I Thought It Would Be Funny

Also, despite being able to reason out the road signs from context and a decent knowledge of both Latin and Spanish, technically I speak no French, so every road sign was an opportunity for a Homer Simpson making the barbecue and only having the French instructions joke.

Drove to a small motel in Trois-Rivieres. Google said it would take me almost 5 hours. Ran into a fuckton of construction on the trans-Canada highway. Just so many "down to one lane behind big slow trucks for ten minutes" stretches. Five hours, my ass.

On the border of New Brunswick and Quebec. At a restaurant I've never heard of called St. Hubert. They specialize in chicken, apparently. I got a couple of... they called them "fajitas" but they were basically just cromulent chicken wraps. With similarly cromulent fast-food tier guacamole.

Heading back home to Toronto. The maritimes are cool as hell and very beautiful, but I miss my cat, and also my in-laws to a lesser extent. They're good in-laws, I like them a lot, but Coco is a little kitty and therefore superior to most things, just, inherently.